"Carlisle swam to France, and continued on through Europe, to the universities there. By nighthe studied music, science, medicine — and found his calling, his penance, in that, in savinghuman lives." His expression became awed, almost reverent. "I can't adequately describe thestruggle; it took Carlisle two centuries of torturous effort to perfect his self-control. Now he isall but immune to the scent of human blood, and he is able to do the work he loves withoutagony. He finds a great deal of peace there, at the hospital…" Edward stared off into space fora long moment. Suddenly he seemed to recall his purpose. He tapped his finger against thehuge painting in front of us.

“卡莱尔游到了法国，然后继续在欧洲游历，访问那里的学府。夜里他研究音乐，科学，和医学——然后从中发现了他的职业，他的苦修，他可以拯救人类的生命。”他的神情变得敬畏，几近虔诚。“我无法恰当地描述这种挣扎。卡莱尔经过了两个世纪的痛苦的努力才完善了他的自我控制。现在他可以完全对人类血液的味道免疫，可以不受任何困扰地做他所热爱的工作。他从中找到了长久的平和感，在医院里……”爱德华移开视线，盯着空气，看了许久。忽然他似乎想起了自己的目的，他指点着我们面前的那幅巨大的画。

"He was studying in Italy when he discovered the others there. They were much more civilizedand educated than the wraiths of the London sewers."

“他在意大利求学的时候，遇到了那里的其他人。他们比伦敦下水道里的那些幽灵更加开化，更有教养。”

He touched a comparatively sedate quartet of figures painted on the highest balcony, lookingdown calmly on the mayhem below them. I examined the grouping carefully and realized, with astartled laugh, that I recognized the golden-haired man.

他触到画在最高的阳台上的，看起来相对稳重的那四个人，沉着地低下头看着他们之下的一片混乱。我仔细地审视那群人，然后恍然大悟，吃惊地大笑起来，因为我认出了那个金发的男人。

"Solimena was greatly inspired by Carlisle's friends. He often painted them as gods," Edwardchuckled. "Aro, Marcus, Caius," he said, indicating the other three, two black-haired, onesnowy-white. "Nighttime patrons of the arts."

“索利梅纳的灵感被卡莱尔的朋友大大地激发了，他经常把他们画成天神。”爱德华轻笑起来。“阿罗，马库斯，凯厄斯，”他说着，指点着另外三个人，两个是黑发，一个是如雪白发。“艺术的夜间保护人。”